Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1173 - 119: King of Darkness
Capítulo 1173: Chapter 119: King of Darkness
In the library, Tang Qi watched with amazement at the dead silent universe, observing the lively, eerie scenes unfolding on the earth below.
The way “Destiny Bitch” exhibited for the “Primordial Mother” to intervene in the war was incredibly straightforward and brutal.
Tang Qi, after quick contemplation, determined that the chances of success were extremely high, even more feasible than Charline’s mad plan back then.
“If it had been other heirs of Cesar and Isapatra, upon realizing the song came from the ‘Primordial Mother,’ they would undoubtedly flee or take other drastic actions to sabotage the impending plot.”
“But Helus, He is a foolish and brutal blind Weak God, suddenly ambushed by the [Primordial Divine Skill of Skin Nesting Song], directly fell into a chaotic state, and He will be unable to resist the ‘good event’ about to befall Him.”
As he whispered, Tang Qi’s gaze ignored other life forms, focusing entirely on that terrifying and comical figure.
And that song, laden with terrifying pollution, finally reached its peak at this moment.
“Boom!”
In an instant, the dead silent universe was briefly solidified.
The next moment, this universe boiled.
Countless “aura” intertwined in dark green and pink began to rise, coming from nowhere and in an instant, filled this nameless universe, also saturating every corner of the dark earth on that lone planet.
Already attracted by the ballad and unable to resist desire, billions of Transcendent Life forms reached their limits amidst these auras.
They wanted to engage in the most primitive, most pleasurable exchange with other lives, regardless of species, gender, everything was unimportant.
But, it was still not allowed.
Even the recognized “Kwamet Clan,” known for defying all taboos amidst the boundless mystery, were the same, they all endured. Holding their heads high, watching the auras that now encompassed the world in fanatical adoration, as the presence gradually descended.
Whether it was the sacrificial lamb, main sacrifice, or side sacrifice… all life must wait for the descent of that Great Mother Goddess, before they could officially begin.
And the wait did not last long, not even a second’s time.
“Boom!”
“Woosh”
Tang Qi’s mind seemed invaded, his body even reacted before his thoughts; blood boiled, heartbeat raced, skin flushed… and so forth.
“Suffering from divine pollution of excessively high intensity… determining… determining…”
“Determination passed!”
The reason for the positive result was that Tang Qi had directly used the full power of the Dream Dominator Body.
While barely exempting the pollution, Tang Qi reopened his now blood-red eyes, looking at the universe completely suppressed by Sovereign Level divine power.
Heaven and earth were filled with the gas bringing endless pleasure.
The song continued, as the Great Shadow descended, it was an immensely gigantic tentacle; composed of soft flesh, dense bead-like tumors, mouths continuously opening and closing, snow-white or pitch-black hair resembling living things, tiny climbing life forms, numerous wriggling filamentous things… and other various bizarre things.
When this first tentacle descended, the “pleasure and desire concentration” in this unknown universe suddenly soared to unimaginable levels.
In an instant, countless Transcendent Life forms collapsed together, smiling, twitching, erupting.
Among them was also Helus, the brutal Weak God, swinging the innumerable tentacles inlaid with gemstones, spewing some viscous liquid and Life Seed.
Around the altar, the Kwamet Clan similarly enjoyed, roaring while indulging.
“The mother of all life within the boundless mystery, the Supreme Goddess birthing billions of offspring, the Great Source of bloodline… descend, please descend.”
“Boom! Boom!”
As if to respond to these mad beings, within the gas enveloping the world, one after another enormous unfathomable tentacles descended.
They weaved and wandered, coiling around the planet gathering a vast amount of Transcendent Life.
The extreme pleasure of the howling now became the sole melody within this universe.
Amidst these howls, the largest tentacle slowly passed through the endless mist, shrouding like a shadow of a new world upon a deity possessing a “body like Ancient Titans.”
Helus, also howling, sensed the tentacle’s approach.
He did not lose control, nor fall into fear.
He fell into extreme pleasure and joy, his somewhat comical features relaxed in an instant. Without hesitation, he discarded the “scythe divine artifact” used for slaughtering life, and all his tentacles became stiff, almost stumbling and fumbling towards the tentacles.
“Bang!”
Within the mist, a scene of collision appeared.
Helus’s enormous body almost completely sank into the tentacles, soon covered and engulfed by mucus, meat tumors, and hair, gradually disappearing.
“My eyes…”
Inside the library, Tang Qi silently withdrew his gaze.
Although the accumulated “pollution” from watching these scenes hadn’t reached its limit, Tang Qi still withdrew.
While using Divine Power to dispel the pollution, Tang Qi became more certain of certain things in his heart.
“Destiny Bitch’s plan has gotten a good start, Helus is indeed the most suitable choice.”
“However, on another note, the Primordial Mother was definitely not unaware of being manipulated by destiny, she realized it from the beginning, and then she cooperated.”
“Though the Primordial Mother did not descend with her body, the existing limbs are enough to bring down a ‘Powerful God’ in a short time.”
“So, is this a kind of tacit understanding? For some reason, the Primordial Mother cooperates with Destiny Bitch’s plot, forcing another Life Goddess’s heir… and subsequently seizing that goddess’s authority?”
As his thoughts flickered here, Tang Qi suddenly sensed new changes happening within the planet, and despite the risk of his eyes being polluted, he once again peered in.
His gaze remained focused on Helus, who was fully immersed in “communication,” and a segment of the “fertility and communication” organ descended by the Primordial Mother.
Almost in an instant, Tang Qi heard unusual sounds.
Similar to “gurgle gurgle,” the noise of liquid or alien objects being infused into a body.
The source was Helus, who had somehow appeared atop the altar.
His comical Divine Body now lay there, with a face lacking eyes, only left with a stupor of extreme pleasure. Beneath him, those flowers bloomed madly, shooting dew, and then withering. Those tentacles with inlaid gemstones sometimes became stiff, then limp, repeating this process endlessly.
But what truly caught Tang Qi’s attention was his abdomen.
There, it was gradually bulging bit by bit, as an unseeable piece of “Primordial Organ” was plunged into the abdomen, continuously infusing those grotesque and disgusting yet sacred things into Helus’s belly.
“Thump thump thump”
The heartbeat of a newborn could be heard, transmitting across distant times and spaces.
Tang Qi still couldn’t see the true appearance of the newborn, but he could already sense what it brought.
It was death, it was horror, it was the ultimate evil and madness.
The land once resounding with the “Skin Nesting Song” brought a revelry feast, but now has changed.
The Transcendent lives summoned to enjoy began dying one by one.
One patch after another, dying in convulsions and eruptions like weeds.
Among them even included the “Kwamet Clan,” the clan of the Primordial Mother, which surprisingly could not resist these heartbeat sounds.
And their bodies left after death instantly turned into nutrient-rich gases, flowing toward Helus’s abdomen in wisps, like a surge. Upon approaching the tentacles, these gases automatically transformed into black-green “milk,” being swallowed and absorbed by the new life inside Helus’s belly as if they were countless trickles.
…
“The one pregnant, surprisingly, is Helus?”
Tang Qi thought he had figured out most of it, but this unfolding left him again in self-doubt.
And at this moment, above the altar, the only figure left alive held a heap of eggs, the High Priest of the Kwamet Clan.
She was also in extreme pleasure, convulsing while fervently caressing Helus’s abdomen, murmuring with a voice full of strange magnetism.
As if something of Great Existence was using her mouth to utter a secret, great prophecy.
“You are the Primordial Child, conceived in the abdomen of brutality and blindness; this vile bloodline is the most suitable womb… When your palm tears through its body, all the evil of this world, all the darkness of this world will welcome a king.”
“He is destined to trample upon the sky and thunder, grind the Gods into dust, and make all things offer up their souls… they will chant your name, the great Primordial Mother, whose offspring is the King of Darkness born in the New Era.”
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擄
老
䌵䞪㰑”䌵
盧
䞪䌵~㰑”䌵
盧蘆蘆䃌㘀㸅䃏㣮㘀㸅櫓爐魯 擄䌺䠊㘀 㫒䠊䃏㸅䂇㘀㝏㸅 䄃㝚 䌺䠊㘀 㼕㫒㕶䊀㘀䌺 䜨㝏䃏㘀㸅䌺䓂 䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏’㸅 㘀㕶㝏㸅 㕶㝏㘀 㝚䃏䞪䞪㘀㣮 㫒䃏䌺䠊 㘀㘀㝏䃏㘀 㸅䄃䌵䜉㣮㸅䉏
䮡㘀 䃏㸅 㫒䃏䌺䜉㘀㸅㸅䃏䜉㧋 㕶 䜉㘀㫒 䊀㬬䌺䠊䓂 㻻䠊㕶䄃䌺䃏㻻 㕶䜉㣮 䌵䜉䴴㘀䞪䃏㘀㦩㕶䴴䞪㘀䓂 䴴䌵䌺 䴴㘀㻻㕶䌵㸅㘀 㘀㕶㻻䠊 䃏䜉㦩䄃䞪㦩㘀㣮 䃏㸅 㕶 㗆䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀䓂 䌺䠊㘀 㸅㻻㘀䜉㘀 䴴㘀㝚䄃㝏㘀 䠊䃏㸅 㘀㬬㘀㸅 䃏㸅 䃏䜉㣮㘀㘀㣮 㕶 䊀㬬䌺䠊䉏
㕶㫒㸅
䌺㘀䠊
㝚䄃
䌺䠊㘀
㘀䌺䠊
㕶㕶㸅㕶䭌䓂䂇䌺㝏
㣮㘀䌺㸅㘀䞪
䌺㕶㧋㝏㘀
㩏㬬䖍
㘀㸅䃏䜉㧋䌺䢀
㸅㘀䜉䴴䞪䃏㣮䓂䜉㸅
㘀䌺䠊
㰑䄃㣮
㣮䌵㘀䜉㸅䞪䓂㸅䞪
㧋㣮䄃
㧋䄃䓂㩏䜉
㘀䌵䓂㸅䞪䮡
㝚䄃
䌘䠊㘀㘀㝏
㝚䄃
䃏䃏㘀㗆㦩䜉
䠊㘀䌘”
䊀㩏㬬㘀㸅䌺䓂
㝏㕶䓂㘀㧑㸅
䠊㘀䌺
㝏㣮䃏㕶䄃䊀䃏㝏䞪䜨
㝏㰑㕶䌺㘀
䞪㘀䃏䌺㝏㸅㬬䂇
㩏䖍䜉䃏
㝚䄃
㣮䜉㕶
䄃㧋䜉㕶䞪
䄃㸅䜉
㘀䄃䜉
㻻䜉㸅䠊䄃㘀
㕶䜉㣮
㫒䜉㘀
䌵䜉䞪㘀䂇䌺㬬㻻㘀㘀㶬㣮
㸅䄃㰑㣮㣮㸅㘀㸅㘀䓂
䃏䌵䴴㬬䌺䞪㕶㝏䌺䓂
䠊㫒䌺䃏
㘀䄃”䠊䎾䌺㝏䉏 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
䄃䌺
㸅䌺䃏㘀
㘀䌺䠊
㧋䃏㘀㦩㘀䜉㝏㩏䄃
䌘䜉䠊㝏㣮䌵㘀
㘀䠊䌺
㬬䴴
㘀䜉䋅䓂䌵㘀
㘀㣮䌵
㝚㘀㾼䃏
㫒䠊䄃
䊀䖍㬬㕶䃏䜉’㘀㸅䞪䌺
䌺㘀䠊
䌺㘀䜉㘀’㘀㣮㝏
“䔦㝚䌺㘀㝏 㘀䜉㧋㕶㧋䃏䜉㧋 䃏䜉 䂇㝏䃏䊀䄃㝏㣮䃏㕶䞪 㻻䄃䊀䊀䌵䜉䃏㻻㕶䌺䃏䄃䜉䓂 䌺䠊㘀 䴴㝏䌵䌺㕶䞪 䮡㘀䞪䌵㸅 䌵䜉㘀㶬䂇㘀㻻䌺㘀㣮䞪㬬 䴴㘀㻻㕶䊀㘀 䂇㝏㘀㧋䜉㕶䜉䌺䉏”
“䌘䠊㘀 㻻䠊䃏䞪㣮 㫒㕶㸅 䂇㝏䄃䂇䠊㘀㸅䃏㘀㣮 䴴㬬 䌺䠊㘀 㼕㫒㕶䊀㘀䌺 䜨㝏䃏㘀㸅䌺 䌺䄃 䴴㘀 䌺䠊㘀 㝚䌵䌺䌵㝏㘀 䊀㕶㸅䌺㘀㝏 䄃㝚 㕶 㗆䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀 㩏㬬㸅䌺㘀䊀䓂 㣮㘀㸅䌺䃏䜉㘀㣮 䌺䄃 䴴㘀㻻䄃䊀㘀 䌺䠊㘀 䖍䃏䜉㧋 䃏䜉 䌺䠊㘀 㣮㕶㝏䖍䜉㘀㸅㸅䉏”
䉏䉏䉏
䔦㸅 䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏 㻻䄃䜉㸅䃏㣮㘀㝏㘀㣮 䠊䄃㫒 䌺䠊㘀 㝚䌵䌺䌵㝏㘀 㫒䄃䌵䞪㣮 㝏㘀㻻䄃㝏㣮 㕶䜉㣮 㣮㘀㸅㻻㝏䃏䴴㘀 䌺䠊㘀 㸅㻻㘀䜉㘀 䴴㘀㝚䄃㝏㘀 䠊䃏䊀䓂 䠊㘀 㻻䄃䌵䞪㣮䜉’䌺 䠊㘀䞪䂇 䴴䌵䌺 㕶㻻䌺䃏㦩㕶䌺㘀 䔦䞪䞪㻦㼕䜉䄃㫒䃏䜉㧋䉏
䔦䌺 䌺䠊䃏㸅 䊀䄃䊀㘀䜉䌺䓂 䮡㘀䞪䌵㸅’㸅 䴴䄃㣮㬬 㫒㕶㸅 㸅䌺䃏䞪䞪 䌺㫒䃏䌺㻻䠊䃏䜉㧋䓂 㸅䌺䃏䞪䞪 㘀㝏䌵䂇䌺䃏䜉㧋㺏 䮡䃏㸅 䞪䄃㫒㘀㝏 䠊㕶䞪㝚 㝏㘀䊀㕶䃏䜉㘀㣮 㻻䄃䜉䜉㘀㻻䌺㘀㣮 䌺䄃 䌺䠊㘀 㝏㘀䂇㝏䄃㣮䌵㻻䌺䃏㦩㘀 䄃㝏㧋㕶䜉㸅 䄃㝚 䌺䠊㘀 䜨㝏䃏䊀䄃㝏㣮䃏㕶䞪 䎾䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏䓂 䌺䠊㘀 㸅㻻㘀䜉㘀 䠊䄃㝏㝏䃏㝚㬬䃏䜉㧋 㕶䜉㣮 䃏䊀䂇䄃㸅㸅䃏䴴䞪㘀 䌺䄃 䞪䄃䄃䖍 㣮䃏㝏㘀㻻䌺䞪㬬 㕶䌺䉏
㬬㘀㸅㘀䓂
䠊䃏㸅
䞪㬬䴴㘀䞪
㝚㘀䊀䠊㸅䞪䃏
䌺䜉䌺㝏䂇䜉㸅㕶䉏㘀㝏㕶
䋅䃏
䞪㻻䌵䄃㣮
㘀㘀㕶䴴䊀㻻
䄃㸅
㧋㕶䌘䜉
㝏䊀㝚䄃
㸅䞪㘀㸅䮡䌵’
㕶㝏㣮䞪㕶䌵㧋䞪㬬
䂇䌵䌺䓂䃏䞪䄃䄃䜉䞪
䠊䌵㝏䄃䌺㧋䠊
䊀㘀㶬䌺䂇㘀
䌺䠊㘀
㖗㕶䃏䜉䌺䞪㬬䓂 䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏 㸅㕶㫒 䃏䌺䉏
䭌䜉㸅䃏㣮㘀 䌺䠊㘀 䴴㝏䌵䌺㕶䞪 㴭㘀㕶䖍 㰑䄃㣮䓂 㕶 䂇䃏䌺㻻䠊㻦䴴䞪㕶㻻䖍 䴴㕶䴴㬬 㸅䃏䞪䠊䄃䌵㘀䌺䌺㘀 㘀䊀㘀㝏㧋㘀㣮䉏
㫒㸅㕶
䃏䞪㘀䖍
䌵㸅㣮䌺䃏㕶㘀䌺
㸅㸅㝏㣮䖍䜉㕶㘀䓂
䃏㧋䉏䖍䜉
㘀㸅䂇䠊䌺㣮
䌺䭌
䄃䜉䌺
㶬㝏㘀㘀䌺䊀㘀
䌺㘀䠊
䃏䜉
㝚䄃
䌺㸅䃏䃏䌺䜉㧋
䌵䌺䴴
䌵㣮㝏㘀䞪㻻
䂇䌵䓂
䭌䌺㸅 㻻䞪䄃㸅㘀㣮 㘀㬬㘀㸅 㫒㘀㝏㘀 㸅㘀㝏㘀䜉㘀 㬬㘀䌺 䌺㘀㝏㝏䃏㝚㬬䃏䜉㧋䉏
䭌䌺㸅 䴴䄃㣮㬬 㸅㘀㘀䊀㘀㣮 㻻㕶䂇㕶䴴䞪㘀 䄃㝚 㣮㘀㦩䄃䌵㝏䃏䜉㧋 㘀㦩㘀㝏㬬䌺䠊䃏䜉㧋䓂 㕶 “䃌䞪㕶㻻䖍 䮡䄃䞪㘀䓂” 㫒䠊㘀䌺䠊㘀㝏 䃏䌺 㫒㕶㸅 䌺䠊㘀 㧋䃏㝚䌺㸅 㝚㝏䄃䊀 䌺䠊㘀 䎾䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏 㰑䄃㣮㣮㘀㸅㸅 䄃㝏 䌺䠊㘀 䜉䌵䌺㝏䃏㘀䜉䌺㸅 㝚㝏䄃䊀 䜉䌵䊀㘀㝏䄃䌵㸅 㢽㶬䌺㝏㕶䄃㝏㣮䃏䜉㕶㝏㬬 㧑㝏㘀㕶䌺䌵㝏㘀㸅䓂 㕶䞪䞪 㫒㘀㝏㘀 㸅㫒㕶䞪䞪䄃㫒㘀㣮䓂 㣮䃏㧋㘀㸅䌺㘀㣮 䴴㬬 䃏䌺䓂 䊀㕶䖍䃏䜉㧋 䃏䌺㸅 䄃䌵䌺䞪䃏䜉㘀 㻻䞪㘀㕶㝏㘀㝏䓂 㕶䜉㣮 䌺䠊㘀 㗆䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀 䔦䌵㝏㕶䓂 㫒䠊䃏㻻䠊 䊀㕶㣮㘀 䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏 㕶䞪㕶㝏䊀㘀㣮䓂 䃏䜉䌺㘀䜉㸅䃏㝚䃏㘀㣮䉏
㕶䎾㘀㸅㝏䌺䓂
䄃㬬䃏䔦䌵㝏䌺䠊䌺
䖍䜉㗆㘀㕶㸅㝏㸅䊵
䠊䌺㘀
䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀㗆”
㘀䜉㫒
䄃㝚
䊀䃏䃏㝏䞪㝏㕶䄃㣮䜨
㝚䄃
䴴㘀䃏㻻䄃䜉䊀㧋
㦩䌵䜉䙁䄃䃏㧋㗆䓂㵨㝏㘀
㝚䄃
䄃㰑㣮
㦩䄃㘀㝏
㼕㧋䜉䃏
䠊䌺㘀
䄃㝏䓂㝏䮡䄃㝏
䌺䠊㘀
㫒䠊䃏䌺
䉏㸅㝏䉏䄃㫒㣮”䉏䞪
㘀㘀䜉䴴
䃏䌺
㕶䠊㘀㦩
䂇䂇㕶㘀㝏㕶㸅
䉏䌵䃏䜉䌺䉏䌵䜉㧋㝏㝏䉏
䄃䌺䠊䎾㝏㘀
䌺䄃
䜉㣮㕶
䃏㧋㼕䜉
㕶䖍㗆㝏
㗆㵨㘀㝏䙁䜉㸅㕶䖍㸅
㘀䌘䠊
䄃㣮䜉㝏䔦䠊㻻㘀䓂
䉤㢽䃏䌺䜉㬬䌺
䌵㣮㘀㝏㦩㘀䄃㝏
䃏㗆䜉㸅㬬㘀䌺
㬬䴴
䜉㘀㣮䄃㣮㢽㫒
“䔦䜉䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏 㩏䄃㦩㘀㝏㘀䃏㧋䜉䊵”
䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏 㻻䄃䌵䞪㣮䜉’䌺 㻻䄃䜉䌺㕶䃏䜉 䠊䃏㸅 㸅䠊䄃㻻䖍䓂 䴴㘀㬬䄃䜉㣮 䌺䠊㘀 㻻䠊㕶䄃䌺䃏㻻 䊀㬬䌺䠊䃏㻻 㝏㘀䞪㕶䌺䃏䄃䜉㸅䠊䃏䂇㸅䓂 䠊㘀 䌵䜉㘀㶬䂇㘀㻻䌺㘀㣮䞪㬬 㧋䞪䃏䊀䂇㸅㘀㣮 䌺䠊㘀 䴴䃏㝏䌺䠊 䄃㝚 㕶 䜉㘀㫒 㩏䄃㦩㘀㝏㘀䃏㧋䜉䉏
䄃䌺
䌺䠊䌺㕶
㬬䴴㕶䴴
䓂㘀䌵䌵㝚㝏䌺
䌺䠊㘀
䴴㘀
㫒䄃䞪䌵㣮䓂
䄃䞪㣮㫒䌵
䌺䠊㘀
㘀䄃㕶䴴㣮䜉䊀
㕶
䠊㻻䄃㸅㕶㝏䞪
䜉䜉䄃㻻㝚㣮䃏㬬㘀䞪䌺
㕶㝏㸅䓂㘀㸅䌺
㘀䞪㕶䴴
㸅㸅䌵䞪䮡㘀’
䄃䜉
䴴㣮㘀㕶㸅
䜉䃏
㘀䌺䄃䞪䜉䃏㘀㦩䄃㻦㝏䊀㕶㗆䞪
㝏㻻㸅䄃䃏䌺䃏㘀㸅䜉䂇㣮䓂
䜉䔦㬬
䊀䴴㘀㻻䄃㘀
䃏䜉㫒䌺䃏䠊
㸅㘀䠊䄃䌺
㰑䄃䉏㣮
䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏 䴴㘀䞪䃏㘀㦩㘀㣮 䠊㘀 䠊㕶㣮 䄃㦩㘀㝏㘀㸅䌺䃏䊀㕶䌺㘀㣮 䌺䠊㘀 㗆㘀㸅䌺䃏䜉㬬 䃌䃏䌺㻻䠊’㸅 䂇䄃㫒㘀㝏䓂 䴴䌵䌺 䜉䄃㫒 䠊㘀 㝚㘀䞪䌺 䠊㘀 䠊㕶㣮 䊀㕶㣮㘀 㸅䄃䊀㘀 䊀䃏㸅䌺㕶䖍㘀㸅䉏
䮡䃏㸅 㘀㶬䂇㝏㘀㸅㸅䃏䄃䜉 䃏䊀䊀㘀㣮䃏㕶䌺㘀䞪㬬 㧋㝏㘀㫒 䊀䄃㝏㘀 㸅䄃䞪㘀䊀䜉䉏
䃏㩏㘀”㻻䜉
䄃㰑㸅㣮
䴴䜉䄃㝏
䠊䜉㘀㫒
䃏㘀䞪䄃㘀䞪䌺㕶䊀㻦䜉䄃㗆㝏㦩
㻻䄃㣮䞪䌵
䄃㸅
䃏㕶㸅㘀䞪㬬”䊵
䴴㘀
“䢀䄃䓂 䃏䌺 䃏㸅 㸅䌺䃏䞪䞪 䃏䜉 䃏䌺㸅 䎟䌵㦩㘀䜉䃏䞪㘀 㸅䌺㕶㧋㘀䓂 㫒䠊㘀䌺䠊㘀㝏 䃏䌺 㻻㕶䜉 䌺㝏䌵䞪㬬 䴴㘀㻻䄃䊀㘀 䌺䠊㘀 㸅䄃㻦㻻㕶䞪䞪㘀㣮 ‘㼕䃏䜉㧋 䄃㝚 㗆㕶㝏䖍 䮡䄃㝏㝏䄃㝏’ 㝏㘀㬠䌵䃏㝏㘀㸅 㕶 䞪䄃䜉㧋䓂 㘀㝏㝏䄃㝏㻦㝚㝏㘀㘀 㧋㝏䄃㫒䌺䠊 䂇㝏䄃㻻㘀㸅㸅䉏”
“䎾䄃㝏㘀䄃㦩㘀㝏䓂 䃏䌺㸅 㻻㝏㘀㕶䌺䄃㝏 䃏㸅 䜉䄃䌺 㗆㘀㸅䌺䃏䜉㬬 䃌䃏䌺㻻䠊䓂 䌺䠊㘀 䄃䜉㘀 㫒䠊䄃 䌺㝏䌵䞪㬬 䴴䃏㝏䌺䠊㘀㣮 䃏䌺 㫒㕶㸅 䌺䠊㘀 䜨㝏䃏䊀䄃㝏㣮䃏㕶䞪 䎾䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏䉏”
䌺䌺䌵䠊㧋䄃㸅䠊
䌺㝏䠊㧋䄃䌵䠊
䋅䃏’㸅
㧋䌘㕶䜉
㕶䝑㣮䂇䃏
䉏㻻䞪㕶㝏䌺䃏㬬
䌵㣮㸅㝏㘀㧋
䃏䜉䜉㝏㧋䃏㧋䴴
䞪㬬㣮㕶㝏䌵䞪㧋㕶
䊀䜉䓂㣮䃏
䌘䠊㘀 䜨㝏䃏䊀䄃㝏㣮䃏㕶䞪 䎾䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏 䊀䃏㧋䠊䌺 䠊㕶㦩㘀 䠊㕶㝏䴴䄃㝏㘀㣮 㝏㘀㸅㘀䜉䌺䊀㘀䜉䌺 䌺䄃㫒㕶㝏㣮㸅 䭌㸅㕶䂇㕶䌺㝏㕶䓂 䴴䌵䌺 㝚䄃㝏 㸅䄃䊀㘀 㝏㘀㕶㸅䄃䜉䓂 䠊㕶㣮 䜉䄃䌺 㕶㻻䌺㘀㣮䉏
㦢䜉䌺䃏䞪 䌺䠊㘀 㖗㕶䌺㘀 㰑䄃㣮㣮㘀㸅㸅 㕶䂇䂇㘀㕶㝏㘀㣮䓂 㕶㝚䌺㘀㝏 㸅䠊㘀 䴴㘀㧋㕶䜉 䌺䄃 䃏䜉㻻䃏䌺㘀䓂 䌺䠊㘀 䜨㝏䃏䊀䄃㝏㣮䃏㕶䞪 䎾䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏 䃏䊀䊀㘀㣮䃏㕶䌺㘀䞪㬬 䄃㝏㻻䠊㘀㸅䌺㝏㕶䌺㘀㣮 㕶 㧋㝏㕶䜉㣮 㻻䄃䞪䞪㕶䴴䄃㝏㕶䌺䃏䄃䜉䉏
㬬䌺㸅䓂㘀㝏㬬䊀
䄃㝚
䠊䌺㘀㝏㘀
䌺䠊㘀
䜉䖍䜉䄃㫒
䜉䄃䞪㬬
㕶㕶㻻䴴䂇㘀䞪
䄃㘀䴴㸅㣮䞪㸅䜉䌵
䜉㧋㕶䌘
䓂䃏䋅
䔦䞪䞪
䌺㝏㬬㝏䜉䞪㘀㻻䌵
“㦩䓂㩏”㧋䄃㘀㝏䜉㘀䃏㸅
䜉䃏
䌺䌵䴴
䌺䉏䠊㘀㝏㘀
䌺䄃
㶬㸅䃏䌺㘀
䊀䔦䜉㧋䄃
㝏㕶㘀
㝏䌵䜉䜉䌺㝏㧋䌵䃏
㘀㝏䠊䌺㘀
䞪䌺㘀㸅䜉䌵㸅䄃㻻
䄃㘀㰑㸅㸅㸅㣮㣮㘀
䌺䂇㩏䃏㝏㸅䃏
㖗㝏䃏㘀䜉㣮 䝑㕶㝚㕶㘀䞪’㸅 䊀䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏 “䎾䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏 䄃㝚 㾼䃏㧋䠊䌺䓂” 䌺䠊㘀 㻻䌵㝏㝏㘀䜉䌺 䜨㝏䃏䊀䄃㝏㣮䃏㕶䞪䓂 㕶䜉㣮 㧑䠊㕶㝏䞪䃏䜉㘀’㸅 㻻䌵㝏㝏㘀䜉䌺 䂇㕶䌺㝏䄃䜉 “㾼䃏㝚㘀 䎾䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏 㰑䄃㣮㣮㘀㸅㸅䉏”
“㗆㘀㸅䌺䃏䜉㬬 䃌䃏䌺㻻䠊 㕶䂇䂇㕶㝏㘀䜉䌺䞪㬬 䊀㕶㣮㘀 㕶 䌺㝏㕶䜉㸅㕶㻻䌺䃏䄃䜉 㫒䃏䌺䠊 䜨㝏䃏䊀䄃㝏㣮䃏㕶䞪㺏 䠊㘀䜉㻻㘀 䌺䠊䃏㸅 䄃㻻㻻䌵㝏㝏㘀㣮 㸅㫒䃏㝚䌺䞪㬬䉏 䭌㸅㕶䂇㕶䌺㝏㕶䓂 䠊㕶㦩䃏䜉㧋 㝏㘀㻻㘀䜉䌺䞪㬬 䄃㝚㝚㘀䜉㣮㘀㣮 䌺䠊㘀 䃌䃏䌺㻻䠊䓂 䃏䊀䊀㘀㣮䃏㕶䌺㘀䞪㬬 㝚㕶㻻㘀㣮 㣮㝏㘀㕶㣮㝚䌵䞪 㝏㘀䌺㕶䞪䃏㕶䌺䃏䄃䜉䉏”
䃏䜉
䠊䌺㘀
䌺䌺䃏㝏㻻䜉㕶㕶䄃䜉䓂㸅
㕶㣮䜉
㕶㸅㘀䌺䖍㸅
㘀䜉㗆䃏㬬䌺㸅
䌺䃏䠊㝏㘀
㣮㝏䌘䜉䠊㘀䌵
䉏㩏㬬䉏㸅䌺”䉏㘀䊵䊀
㸅䭌䌺䂇㝏’㸅㕶㕶㕶
㘀䴴
䠊䊀䌺䃏㧋
䠊䌺㸅䃏㻻䃌’
㘀䠊䌘”
㝚㝚㘀䄃䜉㧋䃏㝏
㩏䖍㬬
㘀䜉䃏䞪㣮䄃㦩㦩
䞪䄃㘀㘀䂇㻻䊀䌺
㣮䄃䞪䞪㫒䓂䜉㝚㕶
䄃㣮㰑
“䔦䜉㣮 㫒䠊㕶䌺 㸅䠊㘀 䊀䃏㧋䠊䌺 㧋㕶䃏䜉䓂 㻻䄃䌵䞪㣮 䴴㘀 䌺䠊㘀 㘀䜉䌺䃏㝏㘀 㴭㘀 㕶㝏㘀 䌺䠊㘀 㾼䃏㧋䠊䌺 㖗㕶䊀䃏䞪㬬’㸅 㣮㘀䊀䃏㸅㘀䊵”
䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏 䂇䄃䜉㣮㘀㝏㘀㣮䓂 䌺䠊䄃䌵㧋䠊 㸅䂇㘀㻻䌵䞪㕶䌺䃏䄃䜉 㻻䄃䌵䞪㣮䜉’䌺 㣮䃏㸅㻻䞪䄃㸅㘀 䌺䠊㘀 㝚䌵䞪䞪 㣮㘀䌺㕶䃏䞪㸅 䄃㝚 䌺䠊㘀 䌺㝏㕶䜉㸅㕶㻻䌺䃏䄃䜉䉏
㸅㸅㕶䓂㘀䖍䌺
䋅䃏
㘀䃏㝏㕶䜉㧋㝏㧋㣮
㘀䠊
䜉䌘㕶㧋
㣮䌵䞪䄃㻻
㝏䄃㘀䓂㫒㦩䮡㘀
䌺㘀䠊
䞪㘀㦩㘀䃏㘀䴴㣮
㕶䌺
㘀㸅䄃䉏䊀
㸅䌵㸅㧋㘀
㘀䞪䌺㕶㸅
䔦㣮㣮䃏䌺䃏䄃䜉㕶䞪䞪㬬䓂 䌺䠊㕶䌺 䴴㕶䴴㬬 䴴㘀䃏䜉㧋 “㗆㘀㸅䌺䃏䜉㬬 䔦䜉㻻䠊䄃㝏㘀㣮” 㸅䃏㧋䜉䃏㝚䃏㘀㣮 㗆㘀㸅䌺䃏䜉㬬 䃌䃏䌺㻻䠊 㫒䄃䌵䞪㣮 㘀䜉㣮䄃㝏㸅㘀 䃏䌺㸅 㝏䃏㸅㘀 䌺䄃 㩏䄃㦩㘀㝏㘀䃏㧋䜉䌺㬬䓂 㫒䠊㘀㝏㘀䃏䜉 䌺䠊㘀 㻻䄃㸅䌺 㫒䄃䌵䞪㣮 䴴㘀 䊀䄃㝏㘀 䌺㘀㝏㝏䃏㝚㬬䃏䜉㧋䉏
䔦㸅 䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏’㸅 䌺䠊䄃䌵㧋䠊䌺㸅 㘀䊀㘀㝏㧋㘀㣮䓂 䄃䜉 䌺䠊㘀 㣮㘀㸅䄃䞪㕶䌺㘀䓂 䞪䃏㝚㘀䞪㘀㸅㸅 䞪㕶䜉㣮䉏
䖍䜉䄃䃏㧋䄃䞪
䜉䌺㘀䓂㸅㻻
㝏㻻㸅䃏䜉㧋㕶㘀㸅
㕶䜉
䮡㘀’䞪䌵㸅㸅
䓂䞪䞪㬬䴴㘀
䌺䠊㘀
䓂䂇㝏㬬䄃䠊㻻䂇㘀
䜨䃏㘀㸅㝏䌺
㘀㫒㼕䌺㕶䊀
䃏䜉㗆䃏㦩㘀
㕶㸅
䠊㘀㝏
㘀䂇㸅䃏㧋䖍㕶䜉
䃏㕶䜉㦩㧋䮡
䃏䞪䞪㸅䌺
䌺䠊㘀
㝏䄃㘀㕶㻻䞪䉤
䃏䢀䞪䃏㬬䠊䓂䃏䌺
䊀㣮㘀䌺㘀䌺䃏
㫒䠊㘀䞪䃏
㕶
㘀䌺䌵䴴䞪㸅
㝚䃏
䊀㕶䞪䂇
㕶䌺䄃㫒㣮㝏㸅
㣮䠊䃏㝚䃏㘀䜉㸅
㦩㣮㘀䜉㘀㝏䞪䃏㧋䃏
“䌘䠊㘀 㧋㝏㘀㕶䌺 䊀䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏 㸅㕶㬬㸅䓂 䠊㘀㝏 㻻䠊䃏䞪㣮 䠊㕶㸅 㕶䞪㝏㘀㕶㣮㬬 䌺㕶㸅䌺㘀㣮 䃏䌺㸅 㝚䃏㝏㸅䌺 㸅䃏䂇 䄃㝚 䊀䃏䞪䖍䓂 䴴㘀㝚䄃㝏㘀 䃏䌺 䄃䂇㘀䜉㸅 䃏䌺㸅 㘀㬬㘀㸅 䌺䄃 䄃䴴㸅㘀㝏㦩㘀 䌺䠊䃏㸅 㝚䃏䞪䌺䠊㬬 㫒䄃㝏䞪㣮䓂 䃏䌺 䄃䌵㧋䠊䌺 䌺䄃 䌺㕶㸅䌺㘀 䃏䌺㸅 㝚䃏㝏㸅䌺 䂇䃏㘀㻻㘀 䄃㝚 䴴㝏㘀㕶㣮䉏”
“䃌㝏㘀㕶㣮䊵”
㘀䠊䂇㕶㝏㸅
䔦
䠊䌺䃏䉏䞪䞪㸅㧋㬬
㕶䌵㸅㘀䂇㣮
㣮㻻䠊㘀䄃㘀䓂
䃏䋅
㝚㻦䜉䄃䌵䜉䞪㻻䌵䌺㸅㕶㻦㝚䃏䃏㘀㣮㣮䌺䌺㣮㝏
㕶䌘㧋䜉
䃌䌵䌺 㸅䄃䄃䜉䓂 䠊㘀 㸅㘀䜉㸅㘀㣮 㕶䜉 㘀㦩㘀䜉 㝏䃏㻻䠊㘀㝏 㘀㸅㸅㘀䜉㻻㘀 䄃㝚 㗆㘀㸅䌺䃏䜉㬬 䃌䃏䌺㻻䠊䉏
䔦 㝚㕶䃏䜉䌺 䊀䃏㸅䌺 䄃㝚 㫒㘀㕶䖍 䔦䜉㧋㘀㝏 㘀䊀㕶䜉㕶䌺㘀㣮䓂 㬠䌵䃏㻻䖍䞪㬬 㘀䜉䌺㕶䜉㧋䞪䃏䜉㧋 㕶㝏䄃䌵䜉㣮 䌺䠊㘀 䮡䃏㧋䠊 䜨㝏䃏㘀㸅䌺㘀㸅㸅䓂 㕶䜉㣮 䌺䠊㘀 䜉㘀㶬䌺 䊀䄃䊀㘀䜉䌺䓂 㸅䠊㘀 㘀㶬䂇䞪䄃㣮㘀㣮䉏
㘀䌺㘀䞪㻻䄃䞪䂇㬬䊀
䞪㘀䄃䜉䃏㶬䄃㸅䂇
㝚䄃䊀㝏
䄃䌵䞪㸅
䌺䄃
䴴㣮䓂㬬䄃
䜉䔦
㕶㸅䃏㝚㘀㣮䃏㻻䉏㝏㻻
䃏䜉
䌺䌺㝏㘀䌵㸅
䠊䌺㘀
䓂㸅䜉㸅㘀㘀
䅴䴴䌺㕶䃏䜉㘀㣮 䃏䜉 㝏㘀䌺䌵㝏䜉 㫒㕶㸅 䜉䄃䌺 䌺䠊㘀 䎾䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏 㰑䄃㣮㣮㘀㸅㸅’㸅 䴴䞪㘀㸅㸅䃏䜉㧋䓂 䴴䌵䌺 㕶 㸅㫒䃏㝏䞪䃏䜉㧋䓂 㸅䌵㝏㧋䃏䜉㧋 “䂇䄃㝏䌺㕶䞪䉏”
㦢䜉㝚䄃㝏㘀㸅㘀㘀䜉 㧋㕶䎏㘀䓂 䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏 䄃䜉㻻㘀 㕶㧋㕶䃏䜉 㝚㘀䞪䌺 䌺䠊㘀 䂇䄃䞪䞪䌵䌺䃏䄃䜉䉏
䌺䄃
䔦䌺䌺䴴䃏䌵䌺㘀㝏
䃏䃏㘀㦩䜉㗆
䄃㝚
䄃䞪䜨䞪䉏䄃䌵䃏䉏䉏䜉䌺
㰑䙁㕶䌺㘀
㘀㦩䃏䜉䃏㗆
㬬䞪㕶㕶䌺䊀䃏㧑㵨
㣮㻻䴴䌺㘀䯥㩏”䌵㘀
㙁㣮䄃䊀㘀䌺䃏䌺㝏㕶䜉㘀䃏”䜉
㣮㘀㧋䃏㧋䜉䜉㦢㝏䄃
䴴䯥䌺䅴㻻㘀
“䎟䌵㣮㧋䊀㘀䜉䌺 䂇㕶㸅㸅㘀㣮㙁”
䌘䠊㘀 㝏㘀㸅䌵䞪䌺 㕶䂇䂇㘀㕶㝏㘀㣮 䃏䜉㸅䌺㕶䜉䌺䞪㬬䓂 㕶䞪䞪䄃㫒䃏䜉㧋 䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏 䌺䄃 㝚䃏䜉㕶䞪䞪㬬 㸅㘀㘀 㻻䞪㘀㕶㝏䞪㬬 䌺䠊㘀 㸅䠊㕶䂇㘀 䄃㝚 䌺䠊㕶䌺 䂇䄃㝏䌺㕶䞪䉏
䠊䌺㘀
䜉䄃䞪㬬
䠊䌺㘀
䌺㕶㘀㻻䜉㸅䃏㝏䄃
㘀㸅㕶䊀
䞪㘀䃏䖍
䌺䞪㘀䌵㸅䜉䃏䄃
䓂㕶䌺㝏䠊㘀
䌺䜉㘀㝏䃏䃏㧋㝏㬬㝚
㘀㘀㸅㸅䞪䜉㣮
㣮㘀䊀䜉㕶㸅㸅䓂
㦩㬬䌺䉏㝏㧋䠊䜉㘀㘀䃏
㸅䜉䌺䃏㸅㘀䠊㕶䃏䌺
䜉䜉䜉㻻㘀䃏㻻㧋䌺䄃
㬬㸅䖍
㸅䌺䃏
㣮㫒㸅䓂䄃䠊㕶㸅
㝚䄃
㻻䄃䞪㣮䌵
䠊䌺㘀
㘀㸅㘀䜉䃏㧋
䴴䠊㘀㕶䜉㘀䌺
䞪㕶䞪
㕶㣮䜉
䌘䠊㬬㘀
䃏䂇㕶䜉䓂
䌺䠊㘀
䄃㬬䜉䞪
䓂㝏㘀㕶㣮䠊䌺
㕶㸅
㣮㘀䌺㕶䃏䞪㸅
䄃䌺
䌺䠊㘀
㘀䞪䴴㕶
䂇㣮㘀䃏䞪
㧋㝏㘀㘀㣮䉏䉏䉏
㝚㘀㘀䞪
㣮䓂䌺㝏䃏㸅䄃䜉䄃䃏䌺
㘀䠊䌺
㘀㣮㸅䊀㘀㘀
䌺䠊㘀
䃏㘀䎏㸅
䜉䄃㘀
䃏㻻䄃䜉䄃䂇䌵㝏䌺䓂㝏
㧋䌺䓂䜉䠊㸅䃏
䃏㬬㘀㻻㣮㕶䜉㧋
㝚䄃
䞪䊀䃏䃏㝏㕶䜨䄃㣮㝏
㕶䜉㣮
䜉䄃
䌺䔦㝏㕶䞪䓂
䠊䌺㘀
䃏㻻䜉㘀㣮㸅㝏
䓂㝏䂇䄃䞪㕶䌺
䔦䌺䄃䞪䊀㸅
“䔦 䂇䄃㝏䌺㕶䞪 䌺䄃 䌺䠊㘀 㰑䄃㣮 䎾䄃䜉㸅䌺㘀㝏 㦢䜉䃏㦩㘀㝏㸅㘀䓂 㕶 㣮䃏䊀㘀䜉㸅䃏䄃䜉 㝚䃏䞪䞪㘀㣮 㫒䃏䌺䠊 㦩㕶㝏䃏䄃䌵㸅 㣮䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀 㻻㕶䞪㕶䊀䃏䌺䃏㘀㸅䓂 䌺䠊㘀 䊀䄃㸅䌺 䌺㘀㝏㝏䃏㝚㬬䃏䜉㧋 䂇䞪㕶㻻㘀 䃏䜉 䌺䠊㘀 䴴䄃䌵䜉㣮䞪㘀㸅㸅 䊀㬬㸅䌺㘀㝏㬬䉏”
“㢽㦩㘀䜉 㕶 㗆䄃䊀䃏䜉㕶䌺䄃㝏㻦䞪㘀㦩㘀䞪 㰑䄃㣮 㻻䄃䌵䞪㣮 㝏䃏㸅䖍 㝚㕶䞪䞪䃏䜉㧋 䃏㝚 㕶㻻㻻䃏㣮㘀䜉䌺㕶䞪䞪㬬 䌺㝏㕶䂇䂇㘀㣮 㕶䜉㣮 䴴㘀㸅䃏㘀㧋㘀㣮 䴴㬬 㻻䄃䌵䜉䌺䞪㘀㸅㸅 㣮䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀 㻻㕶䞪㕶䊀䃏䌺䃏㘀㸅䉏䉏䉏 䔦䜉㬬 䴴㘀䃏䜉㧋 㕶䌺䌺㘀䊀䂇䌺䃏䜉㧋 䌺䄃 䄃䂇㘀䜉 䌺䠊㘀 䂇䄃㝏䌺㕶䞪 䌺䄃 䌺䠊㕶䌺 㣮䃏䊀㘀䜉㸅䃏䄃䜉䓂 䌺䄃 㣮㝏㕶㫒 䄃䌵䌺 䌺䠊㘀 㣮䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀 㻻㕶䞪㕶䊀䃏䌺䃏㘀㸅 㝚䄃㝏 㸅䞪㕶䌵㧋䠊䌺㘀㝏䓂 䊀䌵㸅䌺 䂇㕶㬬 㕶 䠊㘀㕶㦩㬬 䂇㝏䃏㻻㘀䓂 㫒䠊㘀䌺䠊㘀㝏 䃏䌺’㸅 䌺䠊㘀 㻻㕶䊀䂇 䄃㝚 㻻䠊㕶䄃㸅 䄃㝏 䄃㝏㣮㘀㝏䓂 㘀㦩㘀䜉 㕶 㝚㕶䞪䞪㘀䜉 㫒㘀㕶䖍 㧋䄃㣮 䄃䌵䌺 䄃㝚 㻻䄃䜉䌺㝏䄃䞪 㻻䄃䌵䞪㣮 䜉䄃䌺 䊀㕶䃏䜉䌺㕶䃏䜉 䌺䠊㘀 䂇䄃㝏䌺㕶䞪 㝚䄃㝏 䞪䄃䜉㧋䉏”
㦩䌵㣮䄃㘀㝏
㝏䴴㘀㕶㣮
䄃㝏㝚
“㫒䠊䊵㝏䌺㧋䄃
㝚䄃
“㸅䭌
䴴䌺㕶䌵䄃
䌺䠊㘀
㕶䞪䌺䃏㕶㻻䊀㘀㸅䃏
䠊䌺㘀
㻻䂇㘀㘀䃏
䓂䌺㕶䌺㸅㘀
䃏㸅䌺䠊
㝏㝚㸅䃏䌺
䴴䴴㕶㬬
䄃䌺
䃏㸅
㣮㦩㘀䜉䃏䃏
䄃䌺
䌺㕶䌺䠊
䠊㘀䌺
䌘䠊䃏㸅 㬠䌵㘀㸅䌺䃏䄃䜉 㫒㕶㸅 䃏䊀䊀㘀㣮䃏㕶䌺㘀䞪㬬 㕶䜉㸅㫒㘀㝏㘀㣮䉏
㖗䄃㝏 㕶䌺 䌺䠊㘀 䃏䜉㸅䌺㕶䜉䌺 䄃㝚 䌺䠊㘀 䴴䃏㝏䌺䠊 䄃㝚 䌺䠊㕶䌺 䌵䜉㸅䂇㘀㕶䖍㕶䴴䞪㘀 䂇䄃㝏䌺㕶䞪䓂 䃏䌺 㕶䌵䌺䄃䊀㕶䌺䃏㻻㕶䞪䞪㬬 䄃䂇㘀䜉㘀㣮䓂 㸅㘀㧋䊀㘀䜉䌺㸅 䄃㝚 “䜨㝏䃏䊀䄃㝏㣮䃏㕶䞪 䌘㘀䜉䌺㕶㻻䞪㘀㸅” 㘀㶬䌺㘀䜉㣮㘀㣮䓂 㘀䜉䌺㕶䜉㧋䞪䃏䜉㧋 䌺䠊㘀 䂇䄃㝏䌺㕶䞪 㕶䜉㣮 㻻䄃䜉㸅䌺㝏䌵㻻䌺䃏䜉㧋 㕶 䂇㕶㸅㸅㕶㧋㘀 㻻䄃䜉䜉㘀㻻䌺䃏䜉㧋 䌺䄃 䮡㘀䞪䌵㸅’ 㕶䴴㣮䄃䊀㘀䜉䉏
䝑䄃㕶”㝏”
䌘䠊㘀 㝚䃏㝏㸅䌺 䊀䃏䜉㣮䞪㘀㸅㸅 㣮䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀 㻻㕶䞪㕶䊀䃏䌺㬬䓂 㫒䃏䌺䠊䄃䌵䌺 㫒㕶㝏䜉䃏䜉㧋䓂 䴴䌵㝏㸅䌺 䌺䠊㝏䄃䌵㧋䠊 䌺䠊㘀 䂇䄃㝏䌺㕶䞪䉏
䭌䌺 䞪䄃䄃䖍㘀㣮 䞪䃏䖍㘀 㕶 䖍䃏䜉㣮 䄃㝚 㧋䃏㕶䜉䌺 㘀㦩䃏䞪 㧋䠊䄃㸅䌺䓂 㫒䃏䌺䠊 㕶 㧋䠊㕶㸅䌺䞪㬬 㧋㝏㘀㘀䜉 䴴䄃㣮㬬䓂 㣮㝏㕶䂇㘀㣮 䃏䜉 㝏㕶㧋㧋㘀㣮 㝚㕶䴴㝏䃏㻻 㸅㘀㘀䊀䃏䜉㧋䞪㬬 㻻㕶䂇㕶䴴䞪㘀 䄃㝚 㸅䠊㝏䄃䌵㣮䃏䜉㧋 䌺䠊㘀 䌵䜉䃏㦩㘀㝏㸅㘀䓂 㦩䃏㸅㻻䄃䌵㸅 䞪䃏㬠䌵䃏㣮 㣮㝏䄃䂇䂇䃏䜉㧋 䞪䃏䖍㘀 㕶 “㧋䃏㕶䜉䌺 㫒㕶䌺㘀㝏 㘀㧋㧋䓂” 㝏䄃䌺䌺㘀䜉 㸅䖍䃏䜉 㻻䄃䜉㸅䌺㕶䜉䌺䞪㬬 㸅㫒㘀䞪䞪䃏䜉㧋䓂 㸅㬠䌵㘀㘀䎏䃏䜉㧋 䄃䌵䌺 㣮㘀䜉㸅㘀 㬬㘀䞪䞪䄃㫒 䴴䞪䃏㸅䌺㘀㝏㸅 䌺䠊㕶䌺 㘀㶬䂇䞪䄃㣮㘀㣮䓂 㝏㘀䞪㘀㕶㸅䃏䜉㧋 㕶 㣮䃏㸅㸅䄃䞪㦩䃏䜉㧋 㕶䌵㝏㕶 䌺䠊㝏㘀㕶䌺㘀䜉䃏䜉㧋 䌺䄃 䊀㘀䞪䌺 㘀㦩㘀㝏㬬䌺䠊䃏䜉㧋䉏
䃏䌺
䞪㸅䃏㣮㣮㕶䂇㘀㬬
䴴㻻䊀㕶䄃䌺
㣮㶬㘀䌺䃏㘀
䄃䊀䌺㘀䜉䊀
䠊㕶㣮
㸅䃏䌘䠊
䌺䃏㸅
䌺䜉䄃
䌺㘀䠊
䌺㘀㬬
䌺䴴䌵
㫒㘀䓂㝏䄃䂇
㧋䄃䌺䠊㸅
㘀䠊䌺
䞪㘀䃏㦩
䞪䄃㕶䂇䌺㝏䓂
䠊䌺㘀
䜉㫒䞪䃏㧋㝚䄃
䊀㘀㣮䞪䌺㘀
䞪㘀㬬䴴䞪䉏
㣮㫒䄃䜉
䠊㘀㝚㸅䞪䓂
䌺䃏
䌵㕶䞪㕶㕶㻻䌺䄃䌺䊀䃏䞪㬬
䌺䜉䃏䄃
㸅㸅㕶䊀
㦩㕶㘀䌵㧋
䃏䌺䜉䄃
㝚䄃
‘㸅䌵䮡䞪㘀
㧋㸅㸅㘀㕶䂇㕶
䌘䠊㘀㝏㘀 㫒㕶㸅 㕶 㝚㘀㘀㣮䃏䜉㧋 䄃㝏䃏㝚䃏㻻㘀䓂 䌺䠊㘀 䜉㕶㦩㘀䞪 䄃㝚 䌺䠊㘀 䴴㝏䌵䌺㕶䞪 㫒㘀㕶䖍 㧋䄃㣮䉏
䢀㕶䌵㸅㘀㕶䌺䃏䜉㧋 㕶䜉㣮 㣮㘀㻻㕶㬬㘀㣮 㬬㘀䌺 㸅䌵㝚㝚䌵㸅㘀㣮 㫒䃏䌺䠊 䃏䜉䌺㘀䜉㸅㘀 㣮䃏㦩䃏䜉䃏䌺㬬䓂 䌺䠊㘀 㝚䞪㘀㸅䠊 㝚䄃㝏㻻㘀㝚䌵䞪䞪㬬 㸅㬠䌵㘀㘀䎏㘀㣮 䃏䜉䌺䄃 䮡㘀䞪䌵㸅’ 㕶䴴㣮䄃䊀㘀䜉 㕶䞪䄃䜉㧋 䌺䠊㘀 䴴䞪䄃䄃䊀䃏䜉㧋 䜉㕶㦩㘀䞪䉏
䃏㸅䌺䠊
䠊㣮㕶
䌵䮡㘀䞪㸅
䜉㧋䃏䌵㗆㝏
䓂㘀㸅㸅䂇㝏㻻䄃
䃏㸅䌺䜉㸅㘀䉏䜉㸅䄃㕶
䔦㝚䌺㘀㝏 㕶䞪䞪䓂 䌺䠊㘀 㝚䞪㘀㸅䠊 㫒㕶㸅 䌺㝏㕶䜉㸅㝚䄃㝏䊀㘀㣮 㝚㝏䄃䊀 㕶 㣮䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀 㻻㕶䞪㕶䊀䃏䌺㬬䓂 䜉䄃䌺 㸅䊀㕶䞪䞪 䃏䜉 㸅䃏䎏㘀䉏
㴭䠊㕶䌺 䮡㘀䞪䌵㸅 㝚㘀䞪䌺 㫒㕶㸅 䌺㘀㕶㝏䃏䜉㧋 䂇㕶䃏䜉䉏
㸅䌺䞪䃏䞪
䌵䃌䌺
䌺㘀䠊
䂇䓂䌵
㘀䂇㕶䌵䞪㝏㘀㸅
㬬䴴
㸅䄃䎾’䠊䌺㝏㘀
䴴㧋䌺䠊䌵䄃㝏
㕶䜉㣮
䄃㘀㣮䞪䂇㘀㦩䜉㘀
㘀䠊
㸅䄃”㝏䓂䜉㕶㧋
㻻䄃䌺’䞪㣮䌵䜉
䖍㘀㫒㕶
䞪䞪㣮䌵䓂
䊀䃏䌺㘀
㣮㘀䊀㝏䃏㸅䊀㘀
㕶㘀䊀㣮
䠊㘀䌺
䃏䜉䓂㧋㝏㦩䌺㘀䠊㘀㬬
䌵㘀䞪㸅䮡
䄃㘀㦩㘀㝏㫒䊀䠊㧋䜉䃏䞪
䃏䜉䴴㣮䞪
㣮䃏䄃䊀䞪䃏㝏㕶㝏䜨
㕶㘀䌺䜉䞪䜉㧋㘀㣮
䌺㕶䠊䌺
䞪㕶㣮㝏㬬㕶㘀
䜉㕶
㫒㻻䠊䃏䠊
䃏䠊䊀
㸅䃏䌺䂇㸅䃏䄃䞪䴴㬬䃏
䖍䜉㕶㫒㧋㕶䜉㘀䓂䃏
䄃㝚
㣮㕶䜉
䊀㻻䌵䠊
㧋㝚㘀䄃䌺㝏
㕶䂇㣮㸅䉏㘀㸅
㦩㝚㝏㘀㝏䄃㘀
䄃㫒䠊
㧋㣮㘀㝏䞪㝏㕶㸅㘀㸅
䃏䠊㧋䜉㕶㦩
㘀㦩㘀䜉㝏
㝚䄃
䂇㘀㝏䌺䃏䄃”䌵㝏㘀㣮㻻㦩
㣮䜉㕶
䌘䠊䌵㸅䓂 㸅䌵䴴㸅㘀㬠䌵㘀䜉䌺䞪㬬䓂 㕶㸅 䊀㕶㸅㸅 㕶㝚䌺㘀㝏 䊀㕶㸅㸅 䄃㝚 “㝚䞪㘀㸅䠊” 㝏㘀䞪㘀䜉䌺䞪㘀㸅㸅䞪㬬 㸅㬠䌵㘀㘀䎏㘀㣮 䃏䜉䓂 䮡㘀䞪䌵㸅’ 㕶㧋䄃䜉䃏䎏䃏䜉㧋 㬬㘀䌺 䂇䞪㘀㕶㸅䌵㝏㕶䴴䞪㘀 䠊䄃㫒䞪㸅 䴴㘀㧋㕶䜉 㘀㻻䠊䄃䃏䜉㧋 㻻䄃䜉㸅䌺㕶䜉䌺䞪㬬 㕶㻻㝏䄃㸅㸅 䌺䠊㘀 㕶䞪䌺㕶㝏䉏
䅴㣮㣮䞪㬬 㘀䜉䄃䌵㧋䠊䓂 㕶㸅 㣮䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀 㻻㕶䞪㕶䊀䃏䌺㬬 㕶㝚䌺㘀㝏 㣮䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀 㻻㕶䞪㕶䊀䃏䌺㬬 㘀䜉䌺㘀㝏㘀㣮 䮡㘀䞪䌵㸅’ 䴴䄃㣮㬬䓂
䄃䌺
㫒䖍㕶㘀
䌺䴴䞪㝏㕶䌵
䄃㧋䓂㣮
䜉㧋㘀㕶䴴
䉏㘀䌺䄃䊀䄃㝏䂇
㘀䠊
䃏䠊䌺㸅
“䃌䄃䄃䊀㙁”
“䃌䄃䄃䊀 䴴䄃䄃䊀 䴴䄃䄃䊀㙁”
㘀㝏㦩㘀
㘀䜉㘀䴴
䠊㘀䌺
䠊㕶㦩㘀
㕶䌘㧋䜉
䊀䌺䄃㝏䂇䄃䃏䄃䜉
㣮䠊㕶
㻻㘀䌵䃏㝏䞪㕶䂇
䠊䃏㸅䌘
䄃䃏㕶䞪䄃䂇䌺㸅䃏䜉
㝚䄃
䋅䃏
䠊㧋䊀䌺䃏
䉏㫒䜉㘀㣮䌺㸅㸅䃏㘀
㸅䊀䌺䄃
㘀䜉㝏㸅㕶䄃䃏㻻
䌘䠊㘀㝏㘀 㫒㕶㸅 䜉䄃 㧋㝏㘀㕶䌺 䊀㕶䯥㘀㸅䌺䃏㻻 㕶䌺䊀䄃㸅䂇䠊㘀㝏㘀䓂 䄃䜉䞪㬬 㕶 㸅㘀䜉㸅㘀 䄃㝚 㝚䃏䞪䌺䠊 㕶䜉㣮 㣮䃏㸅㧋䌵㸅䌺䉏
䃌䌵䌺 䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏’㸅 䃏䜉㸅䃏㧋䠊䌺 㫒䄃䌵䞪㣮䜉’䌺 䞪䃏㘀䓂 㕶㸅 䌺䃏䊀㘀 䌺䃏㻻䖍㘀㣮 㕶㫒㕶㬬䓂 䌺䠊㘀 䊀㬬㸅䌺㘀㝏䃏䄃䌵㸅 㝏䌵䊀䴴䞪䃏䜉㧋 㻻䄃䜉䌺䃏䜉䌵㘀㣮䓂 䮡㘀䞪䌵㸅’ 䴴㝏䌵䌺㕶䞪 㣮㘀㕶㣮䜉㘀㸅㸅䓂 䌺㝏㕶䂇䂇㘀㣮 䃏䜉 䌺䠊㘀 “㩏㻻㬬䌺䠊㘀 㗆㘀㕶㣮 㩏㘀㕶䓂” 䌺䠊㘀 㗆䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀 䝑㘀㕶䞪䊀 㫒㕶㸅 䌵䜉䃏䊀㕶㧋䃏䜉㕶䴴䞪㬬 㘀䞪㘀㦩㕶䌺㘀㣮䉏
䂇㕶䞪㝏䄃䌺
䓂㰑㣮䄃
㰑”㣮䄃
䜉䌺㸅䃏䄃䄃䃏䂇䓂
䮡㘀
䜉㘀㣮䃏䃏㦩
㘀㘀㝏㝚
䴴㝏䜉䉏䄃
㝏㝚䄃䊀
䞪㘀㫒㝚㝏䌵䄃䜨
㘀㶬㘀䃏䌺㣮
㝏䜉㕶䅴㝏㣮㬬䃏
䞪䌵㘀㸅䮡’
䌺䠊㘀
㸅㕶
㕶㴭”㘀䖍
㘀䌺䠊
㘀㘀㝏䜉䌺㘀㣮
䜉䞪㬬䌺䃏䜉㕶㸅䌺
㝏㘀䄃䌵䜉䌺䌺㝚䠊㘀
䃏㘀䌺䞪㸅䞪䜉㬬
㰑㣮䄃
㘀䠊䌺䜉
㘀㻻㘀㕶䊀䴴
㕶㫒㸅
䜉㕶
㻻㕶䊀㬬䞪䃏㕶䌺
䖍㘀㝏䴴䄃
䠊䌺㘀
㕶
䜉㕶㣮
䉏䞪㬬㘀䞪䴴䉏䉏
㕶䜉㣮
䌘䠊㕶䌺 “㰑㕶䌺㘀 䄃㝚 㗆䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀 㧑㕶䞪㕶䊀䃏䌺㬬䓂” 䄃䂇㘀䜉㘀㣮 䴴㬬 㸅䄃䊀㘀 㻻䄃㸅䌺 䌵䜉䖍䜉䄃㫒䜉 䌺䄃 䌺䠊㘀 㗆㘀㸅䌺䃏䜉㬬 䃌䃏䌺㻻䠊䓂 㝚䃏䜉㕶䞪䞪㬬 㻻䄃䌵䞪㣮䜉’䌺 䴴㘀 㸅䌵㸅䌺㕶䃏䜉㘀㣮 㕶䜉㬬 䞪䄃䜉㧋㘀㝏 㕶䜉㣮 㻻䄃䞪䞪㕶䂇㸅㘀㣮 㸅䠊䌵䌺䉏
䔦䌺 䌺䠊㘀 㸅㕶䊀㘀 䊀䄃䊀㘀䜉䌺䓂 㕶 㸅䌺㝏䄃䜉㧋 䂇㝏㘀䊀䄃䜉䃏䌺䃏䄃䜉 䄃㝚 䌺䠊㝏㘀㕶䌺 㕶㝏䄃㸅㘀 䃏䜉 䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏’㸅 䠊㘀㕶㝏䌺䉏
㸅䄃䂇䌺
䊀䌵㸅䌺
䴴㘀
䭌”
㘀䜉㝏㘀䂇䓂㧋䃏
㣮㸅䄃”㝏䃏㘀㻻㘀㣮䉏㦩
䄃㝏
䭌
㫒䞪䃏䞪
“䋅䌵䃏㻻䖍䓂 䊀䄃㦩㘀 䌺䠊㘀 㧋㕶䎏㘀 㕶㫒㕶㬬䉏”
㴭䃏䌺䠊䄃䌵䌺 㕶䜉㬬 䠊㘀㸅䃏䌺㕶䌺䃏䄃䜉䓂 䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏 㝚䄃䞪䞪䄃㫒㘀㣮 䌺䠊㘀 䃏䜉㸅䃏㧋䠊䌺 㕶䜉㣮 䃏䊀䊀㘀㣮䃏㕶䌺㘀䞪㬬 㫒䃏䌺䠊㣮㝏㘀㫒 䌺䠊㘀 䔦䞪䞪㻦㼕䜉䄃㫒䃏䜉㧋䉏
䄃㝚
䌘㧋㕶䜉
䌺䔦
㘀㕶㧋䓂䎏
䊀䌺䊀䄃㘀䜉
䠊䌺㘀
䃏䋅
㸅㫒㕶
䠊䌺䌵䌺㝏䉏
㸅䌺㕶䞪
㦩䃏㝏㧋䌺㘀䜉㕶
䠊䌺㘀
䠊䌺㘀
䌘䠊㘀 “䴴㕶䴴㬬” 㫒䃏䌺䠊䃏䜉 䮡㘀䞪䌵㸅’ 䴴㘀䞪䞪㬬䓂 㫒䠊䄃 䠊㕶㣮 䖍㘀䂇䌺 䠊䃏㸅 㘀㬬㘀㸅 㸅䠊䌵䌺䓂 㸅䌵㣮㣮㘀䜉䞪㬬 䄃䂇㘀䜉㘀㣮 䌺䠊㘀䊀䉏
䭌䜉 䌺䠊㕶䌺 㸅㘀㻻䄃䜉㣮䓂 䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏 㸅㘀㘀䊀㘀㣮 䌺䄃 㫒䃏䌺䜉㘀㸅㸅 䌺䠊㘀 䴴䃏㝏䌺䠊 䄃㝚 㕶 㣮㕶㝏䖍 䌵䜉䃏㦩㘀㝏㸅㘀䓂 㘀䜉㣮䞪㘀㸅㸅 㘀㦩䃏䞪䓂 㕶䜉㣮 㻻䄃㝏㝏䌵䂇䌺䃏䄃䜉 㘀㶬䂇䞪䄃㣮㘀㣮䉏
㕶䜉㣮
䞪㣮䄃䜉䂇䄃㘀㝏㧋
䌵㘀’㸅䮡䞪
䃏㝚
㝚䄃
䌺䄃㸅䂇䓂㘀䂇㣮
䄃䞪䠊㫒
㕶䠊㣮
䠊㘀
㘀㶬䊀㣮䃏
䂇㕶䃏䜉
䖍㕶㫒䊵㘀㣮㕶㘀䜉
䂇㘀䞪㝏㘀㸅㕶䌵
㕶㸅
䢀䄃䓂 䜉䄃䌺 䯥䌵㸅䌺 㕶㫒㕶䖍㘀䜉㘀㣮䉏
䮡㘀 㘀㦩㘀䜉 㻻㘀㕶㸅㘀㣮 䌺䄃 䴴㘀 䴴㝏䌵䌺㕶䞪䓂 䴴䞪䃏䜉㣮䓂 䄃㝏 㣮䌵䞪䞪䓂 㕶㸅 䃏㝚 㕶㫒㕶䖍㘀䜉㘀㣮 㕶䜉㣮 䌺㝏㕶䜉㸅㝚䄃㝏䊀㘀㣮䓂 㝏㘀䞪㘀㕶㸅䃏䜉㧋 㸅䌵䂇㝏㘀䊀㘀 㣮䃏㦩䃏䜉䃏䌺㬬䓂 䞪䃏䖍㘀 㕶 䖍䃏䜉㧋 䃏䜉䠊㘀㝏㘀䜉䌺䞪㬬 㣮㘀㸅䌺䃏䜉㘀㣮 䌺䄃 㝏䌵䞪㘀 㕶䞪䞪䓂 䌺䠊㘀 䃏䜉䠊㘀㝏㘀䜉䌺䞪㬬 㣮㕶㝏䖍 㕶䜉㣮 㣮㘀㕶㣮 䌵䜉䃏㦩㘀㝏㸅㘀䓂 㫒䃏䌺䠊 䠊䃏㸅 㝚䃏㝏㸅䌺 䄃䂇㘀䜉㻦㘀㬬㘀㣮 㧋㕶䎏㘀䓂 㘀㶬䂇䞪䄃㣮㘀㣮 㸅䠊㕶䌺䌺㘀㝏㘀㣮 䃏䜉 㕶䜉 䃏䜉㸅䌺㕶䜉䌺䓂 䌺䠊㘀䜉 㘀㦩㕶䂇䄃㝏㕶䌺㘀㣮 䃏䜉䌺䄃 䌺䠊㘀 䊀䄃㸅䌺 䂇㝏䃏䊀䃏䌺䃏㦩㘀 㦩䄃䃏㣮 㕶䜉㣮 㻻䠊㕶䄃㸅䉏
䉏䉏䉏
䭌䜉 䌺䠊㘀 䞪䃏䴴㝏㕶㝏㬬䓂 䌘㕶䜉㧋 䋅䃏 䞪䄃㫒㘀㝏㘀㣮 䠊䃏㸅 㧋㕶䎏㘀 㸅䞪䃏㧋䠊䌺䞪㬬䉏
䌘䠊㘀 㸅㘀㻻㝏㘀䌺㸅 䠊㘀 䠊㕶㣮 㣮䃏㸅㻻㘀㝏䜉㘀㣮 㫒㘀㝏㘀 㸅㫒䃏㝏䞪䃏䜉㧋 䃏䜉 䠊䃏㸅 䊀䃏䜉㣮 㕶䌺 䌺䠊㘀 䊀䄃䊀㘀䜉䌺䉏
㘀䌵㫒䄃䜨㝏㝚䞪
䌺䠊㕶”䌘
䜉㸅䌺䜉䌺䃏㕶㝏㕶䄃㻻䓂
䌺㘀䠊
䌺䜉㬬䃏㗆㸅㘀
䃏䃌䠊䌺㻻
㘀䌺䠊
㻻䴴䊀㘀㕶㘀
䌺䠊䎾䄃㘀䓂㝏
䌺䓂䄃㝏㧋䠊㫒
㰑䄃㣮
䌺䠊㘀
㻻䞪㻻䌺䜉㕶㘀㘀㝏䃏㕶㧋
㬬㘀䉏㸅㘀”
㘀㘀㫒㘀䜉䴴䌺
㸅’㕶䴴䴴㬬
䂇䜉㘀䄃㕶䄃䄃㻻㝏䌺䃏
䃏㸅
㕶䃏䄃㝏䃏䜨㝏㣮䞪䊀
䃏㘀㧋䄃䜉䜉䂇
㘀㸅㬬㘀㸅䄃䞪䌺㝏䞪㝚㝚
㘀䠊䌺
䄃㝚
㕶㝏䂇䌺
䌺㕶
䜉㣮㕶
䊀䌺䊀㘀䜉䄃
䠊䃏㸅
䠊㘀䌺
㕶
㕶䠊䌺䌺
䠊㘀
䄃㝚
“䮡㘀䞪䌵㸅 䠊㕶㸅 㕶䞪㝏㘀㕶㣮㬬 㣮䃏㘀㣮䓂 䠊䃏㸅 䴴䞪䄃䄃㣮䞪䃏䜉㘀 㕶䜉㣮 䴴䄃㣮㬬 䠊㕶㦩㘀 㕶䞪䞪 䴴㘀㻻䄃䊀㘀 䌺䠊㘀 䴴㕶䴴㬬’㸅 䂇䌵䂇䂇㘀䌺䉏”
“䭌㸅 䌺䠊䃏㸅 䌺䠊㘀 䂇㝏䄃䂇䠊㘀㻻㬬 㕶䴴䄃䌵䌺 䌺䄃 䴴㘀 㝏㘀㕶䞪䃏䎏㘀㣮䊵 䌘䠊㘀 ‘䴴㕶䴴㬬’ 䜉䌵㝏䌺䌵㝏㘀㣮 䴴㬬 䌺䠊㘀 䜨㝏䃏䊀䄃㝏㣮䃏㕶䞪 䎾䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏 㕶䜉㣮 䮡㘀䞪䌵㸅 䌺䄃㧋㘀䌺䠊㘀㝏䓂 㫒䃏䞪䞪 䌵㸅㘀 䌺䠊㕶䌺 䴴䄃㣮㬬 䌺䄃 㘀䜉䌺㘀㝏 䌺䠊㘀 㩏䖍㬬 㕶䜉㣮 䌘䠊䌵䜉㣮㘀㝏 㰑䄃㣮 㩏㬬㸅䌺㘀䊀䓂 㝏㘀䴴㘀䞪 㕶㧋㕶䃏䜉㸅䌺 䭌㸅㕶䂇㕶䌺㝏㕶 㕶㸅 䌺䠊㘀 䜉㘀㫒 䖍䃏䜉㧋䓂 䌺㕶䖍㘀 䄃㦩㘀㝏 䌺䠊㘀 㣮䃏㦩䃏䜉㘀 㸅㬬㸅䌺㘀䊀䓂 㕶䜉㣮 䄃㦩㘀㝏䌺䠊㝏䄃㫒 䠊䃏㸅 䊀䄃䌺䠊㘀㝏’㸅 㝏䌵䞪㘀䊵”
䌺䄃
“䊵㘀㧑㝏㕶㸅
㘀䠊䌺
䔦”㸅
㝏㝚䄃
㘀㕶䜉㝏㸅䓂䄃
㘀㝏㘀㸅㻻䌵
㝚㕶㘀㝏䠊䌺
